Hey There! This is my first fanfiction, I hope you like it!
It has not been officially beta'd (though it was revised many times) so if you see any mistake please let me know.
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One thing I was right about, it was a dream, a memory, my unconscious preaching a play, again.
It was a sunny Sunday, my dad, mom and I were walking in a park that was next to our house. We were living in a small town and we tried to spend every weekend together, however, dad had a lot of work to do since he was a doctor. Occasionally, I would let go of their hands to chase after the birds or to pick up the flowers of the little bushes that bordered the sidewalk as my parents walked calmly behind me, talking with their hands intertwined. Every time I looked at them I would smile and think that those romance movies on TV were somehow inspired by them, the way they looked at each other. The way mom always encourages dad when he is trying new recipes, even when it is not a really tasty one, or when dad listens carefully to every word mom says about the new chapter of her book.
I was holding a little bouquet of flowers and was about to hand them to my mom when I noticed an ice-cream maker from a distance with his colored cart. I heard my dad calling my name as I ran towards the ice-cream parlor, letting go of the flowers in my hand. I happily greeted the man behind the cart and ordered a strawberry ice-cream. When I turned around to call my parents, I saw them from a distance talking to a man. The man had his back towards me and was wearing a long black coat that seemed weird in the hot June weather. Dad hugged Mom protectively, they both had serious expressions on their faces, but before I could say anything, the ice-cream maker touched my shoulder making me turn towards him as he handed me my ice cream and when I turned back the man in the black coat was gone and my parents were walking towards me smiling as if nothing had happened.
When we arrived home, I asked my mom about the man in the park, she just smiled saying that it was nothing, just "a man asking for directions" and before I could ask any further questions, she told me to take a shower and get ready for dinner. That night, I helped daddy make spaghetti for dinner and then while mom was washing the dishes, I went up to my room and waited for my goodnight kiss. They laid in bed with me and read me a story, mom stroked my hair while dad voiced the characters. I remember feeling their affectionate kisses on my forehead before falling into a deep sleep…
I gasp as I opened my eyes, sweat dripped from my forehead as I turned to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand, the red numbers shining in the dark of my room told me that it was still 5:00 in the morning. I sighed wonderfully, I still had three hours until I had I had to go to school and I probably wouldn't be able to sleep again. I get up from my bed and walk to the window, opening it and closing my eyes as I felt the cold breeze of the morning brush against me. At least this time I managed to wake up before the dream became a nightmare. I shook my head in amazement at the thought of what had happened. Barefoot, I went down the stairs, trying not to make a lot of noise since Aunt Margot should have arrived from one of her friend's meetings. I smiled at the thought of her. I've been living with Margot Simmons since I was 7 in a charming little port town called Camden in the state of Maine. We live in a duplex, which we shared with Mrs. Robbins, a retired archeologist, since her husband died.
Arriving in the kitchen, I get a glass of water and sit down in one of Aunt Margot's rustic wooden chairs she loves to brag about and I start to think about the dream. After that day in the park, I had woken up and my house was awkwardly silent, there was no smell of breakfast or voices downstairs. Confused, I went to our neighbor and she told me that she hadn't seen my parents and that maybe they went to buy some groceries, so we should wait for them at my house. We did. After each hour I grew more and more worried and so did Mrs. Webster, she decided it was time to call the police. I don't quite remember what happened after the police appeared. They asked me a lot of questions but didn't answer any of mine. They said they were going to start searching the town, but the house had no sign of robbery or even kidnapping. I slept at Mrs. Webster's house that night and the following days, while the cops worked on the searches. They contacted Aunt Margot and explained the situation, she arrived in Bibury the next day. The investigation lasted for weeks but they couldn't find any clues and the case went cold.
I've never forgotten that night when the police appeared in my house and I heard the officer tell Aunt Margot that according to the evidence, this was not a case of abduction but of abandonment
Abandonment
My parents had not been kidnapped, they had left me. After hearing this, I went to their room and opened all the drawers of the dresser and wardrobe as tears ran down my face, hoping to find something that would prove that he was wrong, but they were all empty. I remember sitting down inside the room and crying for hours. Since Aunt Margot was now legally responsible for me, she decided that it would be healthier for me to go back to Camden with her.
"Woke up early, Rosie?" asked Aunt Margot. Startled, I tuned back in the chair and there she was, in her long black robe that looked very funny with her inseparable pink panther slippers.
"Yeah, I guess I'm too anxious for spring break" I snorted as I got up and placed my glass in the sink, "How was the meeting?"
"How was the party you mean," she said as she raised her eyebrows playfully. "Doesn't matter how old these bones are, I will never deny a dance."
"I wouldn't expect any less from Margot Simmons, the former great ballerina of Broadway!"
She chuckled, "You can bet so". She got closer and put her hand on my shoulder as her face assumed a worried look. "But seriously, you had that nightmare again, didn't you?"
I shook my head, not able to hold her gaze. "No, it was nothing at all. I'm just...anxious like I said." And before she could reply, I made my way to the stairs, pointing to my room with my thumb, "I'll try to get some sleep again before it's time to go to school."
"Leave the books on the table, please!" My English teacher shouted above the shrill sound of the signal, which heralded the end of the class.
"So, what are you plans for the holidays?" asked a voice behind me as I put my notebooks inside my backpack. "Hmmm, couch, TV, and food sounds good for me" I said as I turned to face Nate, my best friend. He's wearing his usual jeans and a dark green t-shirt with a creepy zombie on it. I close my backpack and we leave the classroom.
"Yeah, well that's what you always do," says Nate as he scowls.
"That's not true! Last year we spent a weekend in Oregon at the vacations remember?"
"Right, in Oregon, where we spent almost the entire weekend at that old library."
"It was a nice and charming library and it's just spring break, Nate, only a week," I said as I looked into his brown eyes. "By the way, not everyone can go to Paris or Venice for vacation."
"My parents do that, not me," he grumbled.
"Just because you don't want to" I sighed.
He frowned but didn't reply. I knew Nate didn't like to talk about his relationship with his parents, so I changed the subject. "Look, why don't you come to my house after school? I'm almost sure that there will be pizza for dinner!"
His face relaxed and he said, "Okay. Actually, I was really looking forward to finishing that last season of The Walking Dead."
"You and your love for zombies," I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Oh C'mon! As if I didn't see you sighing at Shawn Robert!" he said with a smile.
"He showed up three times in a row in that zombie marathon you made me watch and...well, he's hot!" I said as we walked to the cafeteria. When we arrived there, the stench of "surprise" meat hit us like a slap.
"Ew! I don't know how we managed to survive this toxic thing all these years!" Nate grumbled, wrinkling his nose as we stepped in the line.
"That's because we never eat," I said.
"True, but the smell should be enough to make someone fall into a coma!" He exclaimed, making me laugh.
After putting a carton of juice and an apple on my tray, I left the line still laughing. That's when I bumped into someone and soon after I heard a tray fall to the floor, all the contents spilling onto the floor. The cafeteria fell silent, I looked up at who I had bumped into and cursed myself mentally.
Ashley Scott, a taller and less blonde version of Regina George, though I think they were separated only by the movie screen. In short: rich, beautiful, and cruel. Cruel enough to end your social life and make you want to move to Chernobyl. Ashley glared at me, her face alarmingly red.
"Uh..it was my bad," I shrugged. She let out an incredulous laugh.
" My bad? Look at what you did to my clothes! And those were my new Jimmy Choo's!" She pointed to the shoes, now covered in a mess of tuna sandwich and juice.
"Look, I'm sorry. It was an accident." I said trying to get out of the situation. But before I could do anything, Ashley took the plate of surprise meat off the counter and spilled it over my head. The sticky sauce dripped under my blouse, leaving me drenched.
I heard someone gasp and someone else shout: "FOOD WAR!" Then everything turned into chaos.
Minutes after things went wild in the cafeteria, Principal Moran arrived and let's just say that he was not happy with the situation. Almost everyone was covered with food and because of this, students were dismissed from afternoon classes. Just when I was feeling relieved that I was going home to take a nice shower, Mr. Moran came in my direction with a grimace, telling me to come to his office. In short, I was blamed for starting the whole confusion, that's the information he got from Ashley and that no one had the courage to oppose it.
"I can't believe it! A week of punishment for something that wasn't even my fault!" I said trying to get some of the sticky meat out of my hair.
"It's not so bad. It's going to be over before the break, and you're not going to have to help with garbage collection at the port." Nate said as we walked through the parking lot towards my car.
"No, I'll just have to spend the rest of my afternoons cleaning the library basement with Mrs. Wilson. Did you know that she smells like mothballs? Not to mention those hideous warts she has on her nose," I shivered, "But at least Ashley Scott will be far away from me."
"It's going to be quick, Rosie, don't worry. Now come on, you promised me pizza and Netflix remember?" He said smiling as he got onto the passenger seat.
When I stopped at the traffic light in the city center, I noticed a rather different bike stopping in front of a convenience store. I frowned. I've never seen a motorcycle like that here in Camden, there were bikes, of course, but they were few, and the clear majority were old.
There was no Harley Davidson here before.
It is probably some stranger in town, someone passing by. A loud horn took me out of my reverie, the signal was green and the guy behind me was impatient. I snorted irritably, driving through the intersection. All I wanted now, was to go home.